The smoke, from burning villages to the west, streamed into the valley and was held fast by the mountains. The Legion was coming.
Our lungs ached with the foreshadowing of their conquest. The sun now took hours to rise above the cloud of ash from of the world they were destroying.
We were losing the time and the light we needed to prepare any kind of defenses. Some fled. Others stayed, knowing the Legion would find them eventually.
We dug traps and strung ropes to trip their horses. We prepared places to hide. Then the smoke moved south and away.